All by myself...

Boss is in London. Baby and Nanny are AWOL. I'm all alone.
Actually, getting quite a bit done - I can grin at my boss when he comes back tom and let him know that I've got another booking... hoorah! I *did* spend a while this morning explaining the concept of Pantomime to bbluvskt, but there's always time for a little cultural exchange.

So here I am, sitting on my tod, listening to Classic FM. They're playing some nice Carols, and I haven't listened to lots of Classical music in a long time. The ads are funny, though. There's one with Nick Hancock advertising one of those Ambulance Chasing 'No Win No Fee' compensation firms and another ad that claims 'Christmas is so close, you can almost smell Santa's beard'. Eh? How random's that? Does Santa's beard smell of anything in particular? Have you ever felt so Christmassy you've exclaimed 'Ooh, it practically smells of Santa's beard today!'

On the news last night they had a man standing in front of a sign for The George Bush Center Of Intelligence. It was covered in snow.
Hmm.

*yawn*

The current show on Classic FM is billed as 'Relaxing Classical'. They aoin't kidding! They just put Brahm's Lullabye on!

I'm falling asleep!